Scheme

Illusions are great

I am making

A Ponzi scheme

For myself borrowing

Resources of the future

In the vain hope of getting

My life back later

It is working at the moment

Empty spaces

 

In between us

There are small secret rooms

Not visible to others

Rooms where we meet

At night

Sharing our most inner

Thoughts and dreams

Dreams that grows from

The final hope of a better world

Sharing and caring

Outside the cold daylight view

While we move around the market, street

Or prayer house

Where we are strangers every day

To one another

 

 

 

Old Evil

 

Tonight I meet the old nazi

Not so old and

Of course not a nazi, still

In every way a nazi

Except by name

Expert in law and business

A perfect administrator for

Any Holocaust or Ethnic cleansing

He asked me to see

His latest work

A hate letter to the liberal party

For accepting refugee

Prepared to take up arms

If this continue

Still profiting from the

Very same refugees

Selling false promises

Selling fake dissertations

He asked me to stay

But I left leaving his

Odour of sweat and alcohol

Behind

While he told me to run

Gladly did I walk away

Only to be certain that

Greater evil wait

Ahead of us and me

 

 

A plan

Building for the future

A future or some futures

That has past

Planning to be prepared

For what already

Happened

Fever

Freezing and getting warm at the same time

Every fiber in my body wants to rest but I have to stay on my post

Continue to write until the end

But why?

I do not know any more

There is a way back to normal life

But if normal means killing your soul and identity

What then?

Setting the time

The morning has long past

I am now living in the future,

It sounds like a bad movie, but everything is the same

Just different characters in the roles

And I am in the place that I always feared

Lonely, without real friends but busy taking

Care about children and mentally ill people

Most of the time, It fills my mind and I am trapped

No energy for something else than that

I will never succeed in any way

Because anxiety takes the most irrational ways

It has to go somewhere and now it takes

The energy from making a living

Slowly I am being strangled

She promised she would never let me go

And I stay as always for too long